Empty Space (Narry Oneshot)

Haunted by the song 'Decorate' by Yuna and wanted to do something about it. So I wrote. Unedited so there might be grammatical errors and such. 

Empty Space

Niall was greeted by a huddle of luggage in the hallway. He walks in and closed the door behind him carefully as not to make a noise. He could hear the shower running from the bedroom. Harry was in. It had been two days since he last saw him. His boyfriend never tell him where he went, who he was with, what he did- nothing. They never had the usual spouses talk anymore and Niall wonders when their relationship turned grey.

Harry used to come to his house hungry and happy. He would bring some of his stuff that he needed to use e.g. comb, hair gel, skateboard, books and so on. Sometimes he would leave them there because it was a hassle to keep bringing those things back and fro. Little by little, his belongings littered Niall’s shelves, bedroom, and bathroom. Harry was at Niall’s a lot. But Niall didn’t mind. Those properties of his boyfriend assure him Harry would come back to him.

Harry was a freelance male model while Niall was a photographer. That was how they met, the cliché of a photographer falling for his muse. Niall was filling in for a fellow photographer in a project downtown London when he felt instant attraction towards the figure of his attention. His sentiments were replied and they moved on from associates to suitors.

They were not exactly living together though Niall suggested the idea a couple of years ago but was turned down by Harry saying his house was closer to work. The house was not exactly big. It was a two room apartment with enough space to fit two persons’ life. Niall had bought it with Harry in mind. Their relationship was not always smooth sailing due to their career obligations; Harry was always away being masculine and Niall had established a home ground name for himself. Nevertheless they made the best of it and managed to make it work for three years. Until recently, Niall noticed that in the last six months it was always him moving the relationship. He didn’t want to acknowledge it but Harry was making it hard to ignore.

Niall waited in the kitchen for Harry to finish his shower with a can of beer on the dining table. He was fiddling with his cup of tea when the tall man finally did.

“Niall,” he said to which Niall replied with an unenthusiastic ‘hey’. He picked up the can and pops it open.

“You okay, Ni?” Harry asked with concern thick in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,”

“Well, go take a warm shower. It’ll ease you a bit. I’m gonna put some clothes on. You want anything for dinner?” he asked as he turns towards the bedroom. Niall notices a few fresh love bites on his neck but didn’t say anything about it.

He knew the handsome model was a wild one before they got together but he wanted to believe three years of relationship would tame his wanton demeanour even for a tiny bit. He prayed hard it did but one can only hope. He knew Harry was seeing someone else behind his back. He desperately wanted to know who but knowing Harry, he would most likely deny and say that Niall was thinking too much. The blonde had confronted it once and Harry denied it out right. They ended up with a really bad fight along the line of distrust and loyalty. It was so bad that it made Harry stopped coming over to Niall’s place for almost a month, to which during that time made the blonde boy realized that he could not live without the other man. So he decided to let Harry have his life, his fun, his lies for his own selfishness to have the man near.

“Niall, baby. Do you want Chinese or Italian?” Harry bellowed from the kitchen. Niall had just stepped into the shower for his warm shower when he was interrupted.

“Anything you want,” he replied. He lost his appetite after seeing those frivolous red marks all over his boyfriend’s neck. Harry was killing him little by little, taking his heart pieces by pieces each time he went away. He put up with Harry’s notoriety because at the end of each passing the lad would come back to him. He would come home and cuddle in bed with him. Everytime. Now he questions his decision in making Harry stay. He wasn’t so sure it was the best decision for both of them anymore. He takes his time in the shower thumping a fist on his chest, hoping it would soothe his broken heart.